I joined the
Lev's Probiotics crew down in Monterey last May:
Lev Kilun himself,
The Kombucha Man,
Number Two ("...why do I have to be called number two?" "You know why," "Can't you think of something else?" "I couldn't think of anything better if I tried.") and the latest addition to their little microbe farming tribe who I have dubbed Specific Task.
AGF picked me up from home.
"So are you drinking again?"
"Yes, in fact I wish I had one now," I told her in the car trip, feeling a little green from a long night of being naughty.
I was going to write at length about the trip, but better writers have written better works about better adventures in drinking.
Plus I'm saving some stories for the memoirs.
I will say this: nothing clears a dance floor quicker than me and Number Two cutting up a rug to shitty EDM.
A Photo Essay:
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| The famous Sardine Factory, which was closed sadly. |
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| Quality Inn, Downtown Monterey, CA. |
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| The Bulldog Pub, one of many British-style pubs in Monterey. These guys had pretty good chippies. |
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| A mostly mediocre meal at a different pub down the road. The grill cook did manage to pull off a proper medium on the burger. The rest was disappointing. |
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| Introducing "Specific Task," of the Lev's crew. |
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| Number Two eats Monterey. I believe this may have been after our famous dance party. Ladies, he's single! |
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| Bought me a beach hat at the local CVS. |
So that's how I spent my "spring break."
Sorry about the lack of content, I assure you there's no lack of stories; just not for this blog.
